Gargee Baruah

blogs from Guwahati/ Delhi

Rush
This beautiful boy Flows like a neglected spring While you kept indoors, Played too much poker, Died of heartbreak- danced to fetishes, He slips into the clouds Pours down like a fresh downpour But you kept from being drenched, This beautiful boy Is an unfettered slo-mo canvas Waiting to be painted.
Posted on 14 March 2017 | 12:02 am
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Soon to be my friend
A dream within a dream, And freckles on her face spread like sesame soaked up For making seasonal sweetsFilled the fragrance in my memoirs,Sunbeams stretched too loud throughout an early AprilAnd transcended into haloed lights of the lonely nightsWhere love happens in drunken conversationsAnd fades...
Posted on 6 March 2017 | 12:45 am
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No Direction Rome- A Review
Let me start from the end. I thought I saw a faint spell of 'hope' in the otherwise hopelessness of the eccentric protagonist Krantik. I wonder how difficult he could be as a person to be friends with, could even disgust me to think of such possibilities but, how interesting I'd find him once I coul...
Posted on 22 February 2017 | 2:28 pm
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